answered and fell silent with pleasure, instantly falling asleep. Karatai looked at the guy with even greater interest and saw a book behind the lapel of his sheepskin coat. “You are a brave person if you read under these conditions. What book do you have?” Kenzhetai fidgeted with displeasure and took out a book from his bosom. “I’ve read it twice. Here, I took it with me, I decided, if I have time, I will look through it again. I don’t understand him. The writer is only two years older than me, yet why does he have such thoughts?!” Karatai took the book, dishevelled, with a stained cover. It contained a photograph of the author. Cold, sharp eyes, piercing through and through, looked direct- ly at him. Where the hell has he see him before? Oh, who cares where he saw him, he probably talked with this man at some point, and Karatai was ready to bet that their meeting was unpleasant. Suddenly his heart fluttered. It’s him! This is the man that Bagila told him about. The one he threw him out of the compartment! He looked at the name of the author of the book. Jasyn Madiev. “What a coincidence!” Karatai thought. “I’ve only met him in difficult circumstances.” He leafed through the book and returned it to the man. “When I have time, I will read it.” “You often sit at meetings don’t you. Read it there,” the man advised. Karatai involuntarily laughed. The director, having heard such sedition from the lips of the grader, firmly decided to eradicate him from this world. Turgat had long been jealous of the secretary’s attention on grader’s operator and was offended that his boss had completely forgotten about him. By lunchtime they had reached Burgenda. As if wanting to see the worker arrive along the road he had laid, the second grader stood near a shepherd’s hut, facing them with its frosty cab windows. As soon as they arrived, the shepherd, his wife and children poured out into the cold. Seeing that Kenzhetai was being carried in a stranger’s arms, they froze in fear, and the second grader driver, thinking something bad had happened, rushed to his friend, but seeing that he was alive, and even smiling with pleasure, he exclaimed with admiration: “Oh you…!” and picked him up and put him on his back. The shepherd’s wife, who had
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